There it is, She Goes Again

By Tilly Foulkes

this morning i cried
as the sun and the birds
woke me up
two hours after
i'd fallen asleep.

this morning i counted
the squares on my walls
until my vision went blurry
and i remembered who and where i was.

this morning i cut
the circle of my thumb
whilst chopping strawberries.
i didn't notice the mixing reds
until my mother shook me aware
and cleaned my bloody fingers.

 

tilly foulkes is a 19 year old that dropped out of art school and now has built that as the basis of her personality. she likes looking at the moon, pretending she understands anything at all and neil gaiman. you can read her tweets here: @tillyfoulkes, because her online presence other than that is scarce.